She talked about her dreams as we soaked in the warm summer sun. As the waves reached the shore, she would tell a secret she hadn’t told anyone, some intimate, some funny, and yet every single one special. As the sand melted through the hand, just like what the smile of hers does to my heart, I couldn’t help but wonder how in my wildest dreams I hadn’t imagined anyone like her. Occasionally, I would pinch myself just to make sure that it was not all a dream. As we walked down the shore, the sun painted the sky with crimson red, I could see her eyes sparkle while I wonder if she could hear the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. And we settled under the glittering stars, she talked about exploring the world and leaving footprints and collecting postcards, little does she know that I see the whole world in her eyes. She talked about summer dreams in each other’s embrace, and if only she knew that she was my dream every season.
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framedparadox | ʞɐ | mmxix
